"Show me" was all he said.
Jeff began to play, awkwardly at first until he got the rhythm. I couldn't recognize the song, but he sure was showing off. I pulled.
"You play well, nice song" Cranston observed.
"I used to play it for Janet...”
I stopped and watched the melancholy on his face. Even Cranston had stopped, I realized that up to that point we hadn't mentioned her name, but he knew at once who it was. The girl we had lost, his girlfriend.
"Keep the guitar" the professor blurted out.
We both looked at him in surprise.
"No... I don't...”
"Do it" he looked at him seriously: "Play it now for you, remembering her. Besides, it sure is a long ride home, longer without music.”
"Thanks, really" Jeff blurted out, and I knew right away that he meant it with complete si
